SAME MUSE X SAME MUSE THINGS I STILL WANT ;;

An entire universe inside of you.

so if anyone had any doubts that @fearfcrged​ is the best, this guy just showed up in the mail

i’m crying, tysm rook. you’re amazing and the note is so sweet and i don’t deserve this ;u; ♡

@vagasbonds​ sent:  “ happy belated birthday , gramps. “ elias snickers , grinning at shiro , “ i was out late gettin’ this for you— and don’t worry it was ALL LEGAL ! “ instead of a usual toss he’d give any other object , he gently holds the somewhat wrapped out present to his friend. inside he’d find a high quality , state of the art telescope. ( SOBS ELIAS LOVES HIS FRIEND SO MUCH HES JUST DUMB )

 belated birthday wishes

  crinkling his nose playfully at the nickname, shiro’s expression is already cracking into a smile. just hearing birthday wishes, late or not, from elias is enough for him. and yet, there’s a GIFT held out in his direction, earning a surprised raise of eyebrows  ---  he never expects anything on his birthday, partially out of modesty and partially because it’s just been so long since it’s been a regular thing for him.

     “ good to know, because that was my FIRST question, ”  he teases as he accepts the present, although he has plenty of reason to genuinely suspect that anything elias hands off might be stolen. he wouldn’t put it past the punk to give him something illegally obtained PURELY for the amusement of it, too.

     “ you didn’t have to get me anything, though, ”  shiro continues, attention lowering to the package in his hands. shifting the weight of it to be held in one arm, his now-free hand raises to tear carefully at the wrapping, eyes WIDENING at the first glimpse of what’s inside. not even having to finish unwrapping to know EXACTLY what it is, shiro’s gaze lifts once more and he shakes his head.  “ you REALLY didn’t have to. this sort of thing is so expensive, you shouldn’t have spent that kind of money... ”

features softening, all signs of teasing disappearing, he just smiles at elias for a minute. elias, who’s practically a LIVING MEME. elias, who uses ridiculous behaviour to cover his real emotions. elias, who’s trying to pass off an INCREDIBLE, PERFECT gift off as NOTHING. 

then, all at once, shiro pulls his friend in close for a hug, giving the other a meaningful squeeze with his free arm.

     “ thank you, elias. it’s perfect. ”

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  —  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

TAGGED BY : @arcbright​ <3 TAGGING : just snag it & say i tagged u

@grimesucker​  //  5liip.  (x)

HEAD RISES as fifteen enters , a TIMELY appearance since his summons— the boy stands STIFF , 5liip notes , inspiring a slight TILT to the angle of his head in endeavor to come across as QUESTIONING , portraying personality more INQUISITIVE than REPRIMANDING.

answer soon comes regarding the member’s rigid posture , to which a soft BREATH escapes 5liip , lips spreading into small SMILE.

                              “ it’s alright . it’s not something we could have planned. ”

                                                                                                    says the man who planned it.

—it wasn’t as though he ACTIVELY pushed the two into the same space at the same time , he merely… coaxed them into the vague area , & provided enough circumstantial conditions to ensure there was nothing else to do BUT encounter one another—

a gesture of his arm , 5liip invites shiro to take a seat , to RELAX ;

                                  “ it must have been JARRING for you, to see him again.                                      i’m certain he wasn’t expecting to see you EITHER. ”

                                                                        a CERTAINTY by his OWN craft.

  having expected REPRIMAND for causing a scene, it’s both surprising and relieving when the gang leader doesn’t seem remotely bothered. in fact, he seems mildly amused, if understanding. when it sinks in that he’s not going to be punished, let alone lectured, the tenseness in shiro’s body RELAXES some and, when waved toward a seat, he accepts the invitation.

     “ it... yeah. jarring might be putting it lightly, ”  he replies, lowering into the chair in front of 5liip’s desk. hands fold in his lap and his gaze rests on them for a few moments, mind CHURNING with thoughts of this afternoon, as well as the last time he’d seen dox.

     “ the last time i saw him, he kicked me out of his life with NO WARNING. ”  and it still hurt. more so after today, after the way dox had regarded him, the things dox had said to him. when you had come to view someone as a BROTHER, you never expect them to abandon and turn on you at the drop of a hat over ONE THING. metal hand clenches into a fist in his lap, and shiro lifts his head to meet 5liip’s gaze.

     “ he might not have been expecting to see me either, but it was sure easy for him to THROW INSULTS. i’ve never felt so... i don’t know... betrayed? ---i’ve never felt like that before, and i just... i SNAPPED. ”

something which only ADDED to his emotional turmoil over the situation. control is something he’s always been able to maintain, under EVERY circumstance, no matter how strong his emotions. and yet... here he had snapped and been the first to physically attack. it’s genuinely SCARED him, left him all the more rattled by the encounter.

@vrepit-sa​:  Breathes down the back of Shiro’s neck

     “ god-- ”

  jumping in ALARM at the sensation of hot breath on the back of his neck, some space is put between them as shiro WHIPS AROUND, fist at the ready. eyes fall upon sendak, however, and with a moment of hesitation, he relaxes. slightly.

     “ don’t do that, ”  he about snaps, anxiety triggered and keeping him on edge. how, he has to wonder for the UPTEENTH time, is someone so large able to be so damn quiet?  “ surely you have better things to do than trying to SCARE ME. ”

tbh it would probably take like. the faintest whisper of enabling on the wind for me to heavily consider bringing my slav back on the new multi i’m setting up

@grimesucker replied to your post: @grimesucker​ sent:  “ you didn’t outgrow your...

samsara : —-wait wtf don’t turn this back on mE ,

samsara: *thinks shiro hasn’t learned anything from him despite being his second* shiro: